heart_of_courage | Eleventh Flower

It was a nice enough day for a walk, and the seemingly unending chaos of Desai was far from Toboe's mind as he relaxed calmly against a statue in central park. He had snuck out quietly for the day and was enjoying being out in the open air again. He had picked an area near one of the walkways, but far enough away he could enjoy the softer sounds of the park, rather than those of the people around. The calm was peaceful, and the atmosphere was so relaxed he thought he might fall asleep soon.

Sitting up and forcing his eyes to stay open, Toboe rested both his arms on his knees and watched the people walking by. Maybe now would be as good of an opportunity as any to make some new friends. Toboe tried to keep a keen watch for someone not hurrying by. He giggled to himself, glad Tsume wasn't around to tease him, as he realized he was hunting for friends. A much more preferable passtime than hunting for food. Although, it did seem much easier to make friends when everyone thought he was a dog. But it was driving him crazy not having anyone to talk to. Wasn't there anyone who wasn't in a hurry to go somewhere?

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Home... What was home like? Toboe hadn't thought about home for a little while now. An almost regretful look crossed his face.

"It's nothing like Desai, that's for sure. This place is so beautiful and full of flowers. And people here are so much happier." Toboe smiled and laid back, sprawled out in the grass to look up at the clouds. "I do miss my pack though... my friends I mean... we used to run through the snow and the fields together." Sure they fought sometimes, and they had gotten into bad situations, but they had been a pack. And at times, they had been happy.

"What about you? What's your home like?"

Mihai looked at Toboe sadly. He scooted down against the tree trunk to reach out his good hand to pat the boy on the shoulder comfortingly.

"I know a little how you feel. I got separated from my friends for a long time, and that's even before coming to this place. It's hard, being apart from the people you care about. Even if they can be pains in the ass sometimes." He chuckled.

For the second question, Mihai paused. "It's a little sad, back at home. And it's cold. And... busy, of late." He looked up at the clouds that Toboe was watching. "It's nice to be able to relax a little here."

Toboe leaned over his knees and watched Mihai, quietly pulling another food item from the bag and munching on it.

"Your home sounds like mine..." Toboe wiped his mouth on his sleeve and looked up again. "I tried to go home once like someone suggested but I can't really. I don't know why." How could he explain that feeling? He had tried it once and he couldn't go through with it. And then the memories of what his last day there had been kept him from trying again.

"Compared to home, this place is paradise... when it isn't doing all those crazy things." Toboe smiled innocently, his head cocked to the side like a dog's.

Paradise was an interesting choice of words. Mihai knew that there was a darker undercurrent here in Desai as well, but on the surface... it was a very nice place indeed.

"I'm not really all that surprised that crazy things happen here. A lot of worlds wash up on these shores. Myself, I just took the wrong train from home and ended up here by accident. I don't know if I could find my own way back if I tried." His voice went to a whisper, and he leaned into Toboe. "I may have taken a wrong turn or two. My sense of direction is not that great."

"I just woke up here! I couldn't figure out where I was for a while or how I got here." He looked curiously at Mihai. "I wonder if a lot of people get lost here?"

Toboe fiddled with the silver bands on his wrist, his eyes watching a rabbit in the grass a ways away. "But... this place... people are friendlier to me most of the time here. And so far no one has tried to shoot at me! So I like it here." He gave the old man another innocent cheerful smile, as if they were talking about something far more pleasant.

Mihai perked up at the last comment. "Hey-- No one has tried to shoot me either. That is a perk about this place. When I returned to that place back home, I think it was only a matter of hours before I was getting shot at again. Maybe my luck's improving." He looked down at his injured arm. Maybe not shot, but they did know how to rough up and old man when they needed to. Whoever they turned out to be exactly.

"It could be that things are looking up for both of us, Toboe."

"I think so, too. And I've made new friends here! So it can't be too bad of a place." Toboe smiled cheerfully, his arms behind his head. No one had tried to hunt him down yet either, so maybe people here didn't hate wolves as much as they did back home. "I just wish my old friends were here, too."

Mihai smiled, glancing around the park. "Who knows? This place has a strange way about it. Maybe one day a new friend of yours will be able to meet an old one. Stranger things have happened. And recently, at that!" He chuckled.

"You seem to be a silver-lining kind of person. It's nice to have someone like that around to tip the scales."

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